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Middleton was returning through the grounds of Don Augustin, from a
visit of duty to his encampment, at that hour in which the light of
the sun begins to melt into the shadows of evening, when a glimpse of
a robe, similar to that in which Inez had accompanied him to the
altar, caught his eye through the foliage of a retired arbour. He
approached the spot, with a delicacy that was rather increased than
diminished by the claim she had perhaps given him to intrude on her
private moments; but the sounds of her soft voice, which was offering
up prayers, in which he heard himself named by the dearest of all
appellations, overcame his scruples, and induced him to take a
position where he might listen without the fear of detection. It was
certainly grateful to the feelings of a husband to be able in this
manner to lay bare the spotless soul of his wife, and to find that his
own image lay enshrined amid its purest and holiest aspirations. His
self-esteem was too much flattered not to induce him to overlook the
immediate object of the petitioner.


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